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Sugar and Ice MAG
I am comprised almost entirely of water.
I am broken.
I am the color
of ripe pumpkins and
navels and
sweet potatoes and
poppies and
excitement.
Nestled
in cardboard,
clothed
in plastic packaging.
I am
warm
in my frozen
manmade bed.
I am cloaked in crystal negligee.
I am fragile,
filled with amusement.
A fruitless backbone.
A fruity center.
I am tasty.
I am halfway eaten and
dripping,
sticking,
slipping,
sweating.
The sun's sultry breath trickling down my spine.
Her vicious blaze robbing me of my composure.
Slip
Drip
Dropsicle.
I am burning refreshment.
I am the good kind of pain.
I am cool, audacious –
glistening serenely under
her smoldering scowl.
With each bite
I am made more whole.
The bone of your teeth ripping,
tearing through my tendons and
my artificial flavors.
Caressing vital organs.
I am falling, and I
have
hit
the ground.
I am fractured.
Bleeding.
The jealous sun seeks her revenge,
searing my torso with her envious glare.
I am seeping,
salivating.
I am running
from my own body
and I
am utterly free.
I am
tyrannous, constant and
cascading over a forest of
beetles and grass and anthills.
Swirling and slicing and merciless.
I am both worshipped and feared.
I am burrowing deep inside the earth.
I am carried home to feed
millions of children.
I am dragged below
to comfort the afflicted.
I am sustenance.
I have found my faith.
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This is about a Popsicle.
A FREAKIN' POPSICLE.
How can you make a Popsicle so poetic? Because I love this poem. AND IT'S ABOUT A FROZEN TREAT.
That's art, right there.
Uh yeah if you read this through it's really obvious it's not about a person...nestled in cardboard and orange in color aren't the classic characteristics of the human. ha ha....
Really really good....I'm writing a novel but I can't write poetry like you! :)
i thought i'd tell u that everything you've written that i've read is absolutely beautiful :D
I'm jealous of your talents yet drawn to continue reading your scriptures like a mosquito chasing after the light within an outdoor lamp.
Never in a million years did I think popsicles could have held inspiration for a piece, but hey, we all get inspired by the most random things xD
keep writing! your work is beautiful.
However, a lot of poetry doesn't rhyme. The rhyming isn't what makes it poetry
